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“Put me through to the senior customs officer.”
“May I ask who’s calling?”
“No, you may not.”
“I’ll see if he’s available.” The hum of the whirring tape continued for some time before another voice came on the line. “SCO Collier. How can I help you?”
“If you’re interested, I can tell you about some drugs that a passenger will be trying to smuggle in today.”
Sebastian noticed that Mr. Gray was making copious notes on his yellow pad.
“Yes, I’m interested,” said Collier. “But first, would you tell me your name?”
“The passenger’s name is Hakim Bishara. He’s well known in the trade and is traveling on flight 207 from Lagos. He has thirteen ounces of heroin in his overnight bag.” Click, burr.
“What did you do next, Mr. Collier?”
“I contacted a colleague in passport control and asked him to inform me the moment Mr. Bishara had been cleared.”
“And he did so?”
“Yes. When Mr. Bishara entered the green channel a few minutes later, I stopped him and inspected his overnight bag, the one piece of luggage in his possession.”
“And did you find anything unusual?”
“A cellophane package secreted in a side pocket of the bag containing thirteen ounces of heroin.”
“How did Mr. Bishara react when you found this package?”
“He looked surprised and claimed he had never seen it before.”
“Is that unusual, Mr. Collier?”
“I’ve never known a dealer admit to smuggling drugs. They always look surprised and behave impeccably. It’s their only defense should the case come to court.”
“What did you do then?”
“I arrested Mr. Bishara, cautioned him in the presence of a colleague and conducted him to an interview room, where I handed him over to an officer from the Drugs Squad.”
“Now, before my learned friend Mr. Gray leaps up to tell us all that a doctor has examined Mr. Bishara and found that there is no indication he has ever taken drugs in his life, can I ask you, with your twenty-seven years of experience as a customs officer, Mr. Collier, would it be unusual for a drug dealer not to be a drug user?”
“It’s almost unknown for a dealer to take drugs himself. They are businessmen who run large and complex empires, often using apparently legitimate businesses as a front for their criminal activities.”
“Not unlike a banker?”
Mr. Gray did leap up.
“Yes, Mr. Gray,” said the judge. “Mr. Carman, that was uncalled for.” Turning to the jury, Mr. Justice Urquhart added, “That last comment will be struck from the record, and you should dismiss it from your minds.”
Sebastian had no doubt that it would be struck from the record, but he was equally certain it would not be dismissed from the jurors’ minds.
“I apologize, my lord,” said Mr. Carman, who couldn’t have looked less apologetic. “Mr. Collier, how many drug smugglers have you arrested in the past twenty-seven years?”
“One hundred and fifty-nine.”
“And how many of those one hundred and fifty-nine were eventually convicted?”
“One hundred and fifty-five.”
